Lauren Daigle, I do not know you personally, but you were tasked to pen, then gloriously sing a song that has reached me at a very dark time. From the first time I heard it, I cried! ME! She who can read the sappiest sad dog story, and say “Meh. That was sad.”, then move on to the next thing. But let the first strains of Come Alive! (Dry Bones) hit the airwaves anywhere within 100 miles of me, and it’s instant water works. For a while I did not know why. So I returned to a tried and true method….YouTube! 🙂
Then I researched the scripture you drew from. BAM! Right between the eyes!
You see Lauren…….May I call you Lauren? I’m back in treatment…..again…..for the (almost) fourth round of chemo.
I’ve had an easy time of it so far. No extreme sickness, no pain, only lost my hair the first, and most toxic time. Seriously though. Sure, I get weak(er) with each subsequent treatment. But I can eat. MAN can I eat!! Last December I even began a pretty intense regime going to the gym. I watched what I ate. I did what I was SUPPOSED to do. I. Felt. GREAT! And, low and behold my weight began to drop…..small incriments, just how the doctors like. Gym. Eat right. Rest. Repeat. Blood sugars leveled out. Felt the best I have in many years.
All good things (usually) come to an end. This did too.
Long about April things, how shall I word this? I guess things just stopped working so well. Every. Thing. My body began waging war on me. I’ll spare you gorey details, but I lost my appetite. It seemed like overnight. I don’t mean I wasn’t AS hungry. I mean, it left. I’ve not seen (or felt) it since. I eat about once a day now, and that only because I take meds that need food in me to work. Otherwise, I’d forgo food. No appetite, why eat?
All this time, from December 1st, I was “in treatment”.
Contrary to what might seem the obvious reason for all this, chemo is NOT it.
Let me tell you though, Lauren. You and me? We serve a MIGHTY GOD! Above all else, He is faithful. To borrow your words (wink), God of endless mercy, God of unrelenting love! Do you KNOW how powerful those two phrases ARE??!!
You do know. And you and your co-writer ( I ALWAYS listen to the story behind the song) were commissioned by OUR Father, having never met me, and not likely to this side of heaven, to pen this song. Open your hands to let God take it, and place right it where He knew it would break, bless, move and heal a person in a very dark place….
You see Lauren. Lying here in the hospital tonight, I learned a very sad thing. A woman I have never met, but who God put in MY life immediately after I was diagnosed some 3 1/2 years ago…..She is losing the battle. Exact same cancer as mine.
But…. and this is a GLORIOUS “but”!!!!!
She’s soon to win the victory!
We share almost identical “prodigal” stories. Returned to the God of our youth…through cancer. We talked via social media. We’ve had exactly one phone conversation. I may not get to meet her this side of Glory.
Here’s where it gets GOOD!
When we DO meet, our bodies whole, healed and resurrected????? Oh baby!! I strongly suspect we’ll spend a good deal of eternity, side by side, worshipping the raiser of “the dry bones”!
So Lauren, keep those hands open. Let God continue to place that song where He needs it next. This side of Glory you may never know the impact of this song, your voice. But when you stand before Him, and He says “Show me her works”, your mind will not be able to comprehend the blessings you’ve sown! I, for one, will be standing there, next to you. And in what I am almost sure will be my most fear-filled voice, I will utter, “Me”. I have no doubt, lined behind me, farther than the eye will see, will be the others….”dry bones” this song has blessed, reached, broken and ultimately led to Divine resurrection. All because you listened to the Sovereign God, who breathed breath into their dry bones, too.